It's freezing cold and so far I've made the biggest hole in my favourite gloves and lost my mums scarf. I know I am going to be dead when I break the tragic scarf news. I'm so afraid. Ha. My coat is falling apart and my hair likes to cover my face, hide in my mouth and poke my eyes. It's Mello length and looks green in certain lights. I have the sharpest eye bags under my eyes and possibly the worst ulcer I've had this year. Alike last years this one too is trying to cut straight through my lip meaning I am back on Hydrocortisone. Tasty. A certain little brat doesn't get my sarcasm and keeps thinking I'm mad. No. I'm not mad just sarcastic, rude and stressed.
It was non uniform day not so long ago and the amount of times I got called emo was great. The black shirt and jeans complete with leather jacket and boots really made a lasting impression adding to my slutty one. Now Alex in maths class, makes a running commentary on the death stares and gestures I give the snobs in math class. I have failed in the maths test I know I'm going to be moved down into the stupid set because I am stupid. I have done 18 pages of History revision and despite how much money I paid for online people to do my essays I will still fail because my teachers are out to destroy any potential I have or had. My ego was flushed down the drain when I "stacked" down five flights of stairs and lay on my back for the next half hour telling people it was a statement.
I got sent out of IT for being too sarcastic and indifferent.
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